OK, you "typed" me into it.
I met my wife-to-be in the back seat of a 1965/66 Pontiac Bonneville Convertible.
Wait a minute; get your minds out of the gutter!!!!
Let?s see, it was broad daylight and there were 7 or 8 people riding in it at the time. Had a friend whose Uncle sold Pontiacs and he let Ernie and I borrow his brand new convertible to tool around town for the day. Unfortunately, to get the car we
HAD to take Ernie?s sister (a pain in the ass by the way). She
INSISTED on inviting three of her girlfriends to go along. My wife-to-be was one of them. She was there visiting her grandparents. We started dating and planned a nice big
June wedding in 1968. Unfortunately Viet-nam didn?t care whose dreams it messed up. I joined the Air Force in 1967 and after basic and training school was assigned to GUAM reporting in
May 1968. It was either wait 18 months until I got back or get married before I left. We got married April 1968 at her home with family and close friends. She was a senior in High School (graduating in JUNE) and the school did not ALLOW married GIRLS to attend. She had to keep it hush-hush until graduation. She later found out that several teachers knew but didn?t tell. Our wedding gift from her parents were tickets for her to fly to Guam to be with me. Being 6,000 miles from home we learned to live thru any disagreements without killing each other.
Thirty-eight long (and sometimes not so smooth) years later we are still tolerating each other.
Of course, the wife might remember this in a more romantic way. You know us men are from Mars!!!!
May God Bless,
Danny